By mid morning, the ship had reached a point just south of where Barad Nimras would be, along a sparsely populated area of the coast. Veritas reset the crystal, and returned them to the First Age.
The sea was glassy, the waves stilled to just a gentle undulation. A very slight breeze stirred the sail of the Lonely Star. Bird and Pio lowered a small skiff to the water and set off with Levanto to reach the coast.
Four hours later, the trio returned to the ship. Child and Mithadan were waiting for them as they came on board.
'Did you find someone to ask?' said Child. 'Do you know what the date is we're in?'asked Mithadan.
'Yes and yes!'laughed Pio. 'We are about two and a half centuries past the Dagor Aglareb. The leaguer of the Noldor about the fortress of Morgoth holds, and the Long Peace endures. From my reckoning it is the year 325, late spring.'
Bird's stomach growled loudly as if to punctuate this pronouncement. 'What say we eat!', she said. 'I'm starving!'
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